Dating Disconnect
I see a trend here…
Okay, you loyal readers know that I am out there in the great, big world of dating again. You also know by now that I’m an observer of human nature and see things from a slightly skewed point of view. So, keeping both those things in mind, go read the two articles I’m about to link to: A Week of Picking Up Men and A Week of Picking Up Women.
Back? Great! Did you notice what I did? There were only two places that these two people both went looking for a potential date: the gym and the park/dog park. And, yes, I think there is a substantial difference between the park and a dog park, but it’s close enough for my purposes. Is it any wonder we have trouble meeting people? We go through our single lives, in theory always ready to find “true love”, but rarely looking in the same places. Or, is that just very clever strategy?
The woman went searching for places where men could show off for her, or where they’re “in their element”, so to speak. Of course, some of that assumes the stereotype of men being emotionally closed off and only able to communicate via sports or hardware. Or, maybe, that’s just the type of man this particular woman prefers. In any case, she tends toward a setting where she’s, basically, on men’s theoretical turf.
Notice, in contrast, that the man put himself, generally, in situations where either he was one of the few men available, or where women would have their guard down already. Even at the gym, he sought out a class that was entirely women. Also, notice how he started out hitting on a girl who clearly thought he was too old for her? Does that happen a lot? Somehow, I’m betting it does.
Oh, and did you notice where he had the most trouble? The bookstore! Which, as you might remember, is where my therapist sent me to try and find a date. What did this guy say about that? Basically, that I’d either have to be an idiot or have a lot of chutzpah to pull it off. Okay, that explains my “success rate” at Borders!
So, since most of my readers are of the female variety, do you have any suggestions for a poor schlub like me dangling his bait in shark infested waters?
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"They don't hold meetings about rainbows."
